@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH as well have been speaking polish. a loaded silence stretches between them as nicky’s foot lowers back to the couch. )
…
( then he’s moving, pushing himself off his elbows and scrambling to remove himself from karol’s lap, only to surge forward and press their lips together, —
@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH mouth insistently, begging to go deeper, to set a rhythm, anything. his balls twitch against karol’s palm, pink and tight with youth. eager to empty themselves into that welcoming heat. )
hey! ( he protests the smack, snatching the pillow with a scowl that ebbs the moment karol invades his personal space. turning so they’re nose to nose, nicky butts his head against karol’s like an affectionate cat. hmph. )
she wasn’t as old as you, dumb fuck. you’re an —
( after a long moment of staring at him like he’s a particularly odd creature in a zoo, he smacks nicky with the pillow playfully. )
You stupid little man, you knowing?
( he rolls a little towards nicky, bridging the gap between them and tucking his jaw on nicky’s shoulder. )
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@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH oh fuck—fuck—that’s it.
( neck craning back, his eyes close again, lips parted to pant out overwhelmed breaths. it takes everything in him not to push karol’s head down, to bury himself in his throat. his hips cant upwards, cockhead nudging the roof of karol’s —
@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH incontestable. )
leg’s getting tired. better hold it up for me.
( he presses his toes against karol’s lips to quieten him, smearing the drool. another smug look. )
people pay a lot of money for what these puppies can do, y’know.
@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH ( something moan-adjacent slips out of him when karol’s tongue moves lower, quiet and breathy. his toes curl at the sensitivity of that particular spot, fighting the urge to pull away — however, when karol does it for him, he visibly disapproves. )
shut up. ( an order, —
@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH not taking. the torch of shame has been passed.
his foot moves more deliberately against the straining cock in karol’s sweatpants, picking up the pace as a reward. )
@PRZYJ4ZNYDUCH it is, it’s not an unpleasant sensation, but it’s what the act represents that has his pants tightening. the power. the desperation.
a look of unbridled lust is shared between them, nicky drinking in the sight in a way he doesn’t usually, because for once he’s the one giving, —